I went for a run today, or rather I jogged across waterlogged fields, along a lane that resembled a muddy river before saying hello to a posse of mainly skewbald horses on the steep part of Castle Hill.
Oh, and it was raining.
It was my first run for 88 days and in spite of inclement weather it felt so good to don my studs in the early morning and to feel wind and rain on my face again. After the big C and drastic treatment, it had seemed doubtful whether I'd ever run again.
|Friendly horses on Castle Hill (Click to enlarge picture)|
I'd set my mind on December 21st because at each Solstice a Folk Group, Thieving Magpie, dance on Castle Hill to greet the sun on the longest or shortest day. But they weren't there today, I assume because Winter Solstice this year occurs on the 22nd!
I'll probably go again tomorrow.
Besides all the rain we've had some mixed weather in the Dales.
We've had mist, making it feel quite atmospheric,
a blanket of snow
and occasionally a beautiful sunrise,
but unfortunately I've felt too knackered to enjoy it.
Perhaps that will change over Christmas and New Year when Old Runningfox will attempt to acquaint himself with local trails again.